Calling all the sweet ones, sweet ones.
Calling all the wise ones, wise ones.
“Did you hear that, little girl?”
The sweet ones and the wise ones.
Butterfly coccooning ready to fly.
So pure, so bright… so perfect.
“You don’t need to suffer, it’s all a trap of the matrix”
“Let it go, let it go!”
Sinking on the floor yearning to be touched, grabbed with passion.
Moaning sweetly in need of care, love, protection, nurturing.
“It’s a girlie thing” – someone said.